Funny she thought that, because even now in the wake of everything, Dimitri still felt distinctly unsteady, still finding his footing and pulling himself from the pit he has dug for himself.

Dimitri could comment on how he was never lonely, not in some fucked up sense. The voices of the dead were loud, ceaseless, and never slept. Someone was always there, even when, physically, he was alone. Lost in his own mind. Lost in vengeance for people long dead who never truly asked for it.

"No." He said honestly. "Are you lonely?"